Spring is here, spring is hereLife is skittles and life is beerI think the loveliest time of the yearIs the spring, I do, don't you? Course you doBut there's one thing that makes spring complete for meAnd makes every Sunday a treat for me

All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoonWhen we're poisoning pigeons in the parkEvery Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and meAs we poison the pigeons in the park

When they see us comingThe birdies all try and hideBut they still go for peanutsWhen coated with cyanide